But because Master liked me in a special way, he was easily upset when I was attracted to anyone else. Jealousy can be a bad thing. I was his woman, and I loved him in my way, but I needed to suck other cocks as well as his and he couldn't understand that. He didn't mind if I gave Paulo a blow job because he loved Paulo and was jealous about him also, but as for anyone else, he would throw them out of the house or cut off their drugs or beat them bloody if he caught them with me. And, of course, then he'd beat me till I could hardly walk.
My biggest mistake came one night when we had two guys staying at the house for that evening only. They were hitching their way across the country and they both must have been about eighteen years old. They asked us if they could crash for the night and we told them they could, since they were nice honest kids, and they went to sleep in the spare room down the hall from Master's bedroom.
I had noticed the sandy-haired kid – one had sandy hair and the other blond – staring at me for a long time at supper and I felt a sexual connection between us without having even talked to him. He winked at me and I knew he would be waiting for me in their room.
About three in the morning, when I was sure Master was asleep, I got up and put on a long cape and walked down the hall, past Master's door, to their room. I opened the door and entered.
The boys were sitting cross-legged on the floor, in their shorts, smoking grass around a flickering candle.
"Be real quiet and I don't dig fucking," I whispered, which I'm sure startled them.
I shut the door and sat down on the floor next to them and pulled the cape from my body.
My breasts hung out in full view. I lay back and opened my legs and shut my eyes. I wanted them to love me a little before I sucked them off.
I felt lips touching my fingertips and then the mouth ran itself up my arms, over my naked hard breasts, up my chin and to my mouth. The sandy-haired boy kissed me hard for a long time and I sucked on his tongue in steady rhythmic movements. His hands fitted themselves over my breasts and played with my granite-like nipples.
The other boy was brushing his fingertips along my legs, between my thighs, just touching lightly at the hair that covered my pussy. Then I felt his index finger touch the lips of my cunt and spread them apart, pressing into the warm folds, as his other hand joined in and pulled my cunt wide apart.
Then I felt his face against it, licking and biting, and I kissed the sandy-haired boy's lips as hard as I could. His fingers were hurting my nipples now and I moaned as I brought my hands to his head and pulled on his long hair.
He pulled his face away and moved his lips to my tits where he sucked my left nipple into his mouth and held it there, sucking on it like a baby. The other boy was beginning a steady movement as he fucked me with his tongue.
Then the sandy-haired boy knelt next to me and let me touch the hardness in his white shorts. He pulled them down to his knees and then slid them from his body. I grabbed his balls in my hand and watched as his cock bobbed above them.
I reached up and took his long slender penis between my clenched fingers and pulled it to my mouth. His body followed, pulled by his penis, until he sank the length of it into my waiting face. I held his balls as tightly as I could, as he braced himself with his arms and began to fuck my mouth.
His cock rammed in and out of me, faster and faster, until he fell to the floor, on top of my head, and came in one huge, long explosion. His abdomen pressed against my forehead and his balls rested on my chin as his burning young penis bloated my mouth till I had to swallow to relieve myself of the hot buildup. I stroked his soft ass until the orgasm was finished, and he pulled away.
The boy between my legs stopped licking my cunt when his friend fell to my face, and he watched as the cum filled my mouth. He had his shorts off in a second and was masturbating his cock as he watched the sandy-haired boy pull his cock from my lips.
Then I moved from the floor and took the blond boy's cock in my hands and rubbed it up and down between my fingers. It looked exactly like the sandy-haired boy's penis! I thought for a moment they could be twins. Their cocks were exactly alike.
I knelt between the boy's legs and pushed his feet into the air so his balls rested against my pussy. I let his feet drop to the floor beside each of my thighs, and I took his cock in both hands and started beating it up and down.
The sandy-haired boy moved and stood over his friend, facing me. He let his cock slip into my mouth as I lifted my head and soon it got hard again.
So there I was, kneeling back on my haunches, a boy with his legs spread over mine, his cock only inches from my cunt, another boy standing above us, his cock in my mouth – I was in heaven. I sucked and masturbated them at the same time and I could feel the cum building in both of them.
The boy on the floor in front of me began moaning and sighing, and he moved his ass so his balls pressed harder against my pussy. I pressed forward on the cock in my mouth each time I pushed down on the other long penis with my two hands. I wanted them to come at the same time.
Just as the boy between my legs started to spurt hot juices from the tip of his cock, the door to the room burst open and Master stood in the doorway, naked and sinister and powerful.
I froze. The cock in my mouth plopped out and stood in front of my face as the sandy-haired boy began to tremble with fear. I kept my hands glued to the long young penis in my hand as cum poured from its tip.
A second later the room was a tangle of naked bodies. The candle had been knocked over, and we didn't realize it then but it rolled out the door and started the drapes in the hallway on fire. We fought, screaming and yelling and hitting and pulling…
No one knew who was hitting who. We only knew Master was trying to kill us and we had to get out of there. The sandy-haired boy got up and broke away from us and jumped into the hall. He saw the flames rushing up the wall and screamed.
We didn't hear him. Master was on top of me, striking me across my face, screaming "COCKSUCKER!" at me while I tried to hide from his blows. Then the sandy-haired boy grabbed Master's shoulder and pulled him off. That's when we all became aware of the fire.
We ran – fast – down the hall, warning the others who were just getting up to see what the yelling was about. Very few people had any clothing on, and no one took the time to put any on. We ran from the building and stood across the street. Soon the house was a mass of flames and the sound of sirens approached the area.
I remember seeing Master running around like a crazy man, looking for me on the street. But I was well hidden behind a fence and I had been able to grab my cape as I ran from the room. I had it over my shoulders as I took one last look at the burning house and at my Master and then ran.
I borrowed a dime from the first person I met and ran to the nearest phone booth. I called information in Chicago and found Billy's number. Then I called him. I had given up. I wanted to stop running. I wanted to join the world again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Billy did it all very easily. He made me realize how much there was to live for. He taught me to remember only the good times that Greg and I shared and to forget about the bad memories. He taught me to accept my role in oral sex as something special, something good, not something that controlled my life. I would now control it, but it would still remain very important to me.
I loved my brother even more than that day he flew to San Francisco to rescue me. Seeing him was like seeing hope come alive. I was breathing again.